Wizards and witches old and new crowded platform 9 and ¾ on the chill morning of September 1st 1975.
The clock struck 10:50am as James Potter ran through the invisible-to-muggles gateway and onto the platform, closely followed by 2 boys. One was tall and extremely good looking, yet looked very scruffy and menacing with his long black hair curling all over his face. The other was quite the opposite. He was smartly dressed with sleeked back, bronze coloured hair and stood with pride with a few bristles sprouting under his nose.
"Great! Just made it!" shouted James to his two accomplices over the hustle and bustle of the platform.
"Yeah! It's… hold on… where's Wormtail?" said the smartly dressed boy.
As if on cue, a small boy carrying a little extra weight clumsily fell through the magical wall.
"I think the problems over," the shaggy-looking boy said, patting Wormtail on the back as he chuckled at the boy's obvious clumsiness. "C'mon boys, we best get on the train, or else we may have to end up riding our broomsticks to Hogwarts this year!"
"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea to be honest Sirius," James said, pushing his trolley with great force onto the train, smiling.
The gang made their way down the aisle looking for an empty carriage. "There's one here!" Wormtail said, a little louder than necessary. "Shut up Pete!" James hissed, not taking his eyes away from the glass he was staring through.
James had stopped in the middle of the aisle and was staring through the window of a carriage in which a girl with beautiful flowing red hair sat across from a boy who was hunched over with mid-length, greasy, black hair.
James grunted, "Why is Evans always with useless old Snivellus?" he said, gritting his teeth.
"Come on boy, put your tongue away," Sirius said, putting his hand on James's shoulder, "the trains gunna start and I for one do not wanna be standing up when it does."
James reluctantly took his eyes away from the scene and hauled his trolley down the aisle, relentlessly looking back with anger and jealousy.
